Letters to Dead AuthorsC. Scribner's sons, 1886 - 234 страница |
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... Others told me that they once marched against the Ethiopians , and having de- feated them several times , then came back again , leaving their property to the Ethiopians . But as to the truth of this I 38 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
... Others told me that they once marched against the Ethiopians , and having de- feated them several times , then came back again , leaving their property to the Ethiopians . But as to the truth of this I 38 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
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Andrew Lang. Ethiopians . But as to the truth of this I leave it to every man to form his own opinion . Having come into the City of the Priests , I went forth into the street , and found a priest of the baser sort , who for a piece of ...
Andrew Lang. Ethiopians . But as to the truth of this I leave it to every man to form his own opinion . Having come into the City of the Priests , I went forth into the street , and found a priest of the baser sort , who for a piece of ...
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Andrew Lang. The Pity of it ! Taste And the changing Of changing Time leaves half your Work a Waste ! My Childhood fled your couplet's clarion tone , And sought for Homer in the Prose of Bohn . Still through the Dust of that dim Prose ...
Andrew Lang. The Pity of it ! Taste And the changing Of changing Time leaves half your Work a Waste ! My Childhood fled your couplet's clarion tone , And sought for Homer in the Prose of Bohn . Still through the Dust of that dim Prose ...
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... leave their trades , when they see that , with all the labour that bows their bodies from dawn to dark , they make a petty and starveling pittance , while men that toil not nor spin are floating in Pactolus ' ? They begin to see this ...
... leave their trades , when they see that , with all the labour that bows their bodies from dawn to dark , they make a petty and starveling pittance , while men that toil not nor spin are floating in Pactolus ' ? They begin to see this ...
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... leave his shop in Fleet Street , of a holiday , and , when he had stretched his legs up Tottenham Hill , come lightly to meadows chequered with waterlilies and lady - smocks , and so fall to his sport . Nay , now have the TO MASTER ...
... leave his shop in Fleet Street , of a holiday , and , when he had stretched his legs up Tottenham Hill , come lightly to meadows chequered with waterlilies and lady - smocks , and so fall to his sport . Nay , now have the TO MASTER ...
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